Frasier: Well, may I proceed with my labor or would my precious like to perform the task of getting heat in this place?
Diane: No, no, please finish, my reason for living.
[As Frasier sticks his head in the vent, Diane taps on it with a stick. Frasier pulls his soot-covered head out of the fireplace]
Frasier: You spoiled little conniving... treasure.